Something Happy
The house is super clean.
Puppy has been slipping on the wood floors lately. We are concerned about her hips. I guess she's getting older. That's not happy. Happy is having Puppy around.
My sister's brother-in-law passed away. He was probably 52ish. He went to the doctor around Christmas and they found cancer everywhere in his body. Less than a month. Myself, that's the way I would want to find out about cancer. That's the way I wish I would've found out about my alpha-1 deficiency. I am getting really sick of sitting around. If I try to forget I have this disease and just go ahead and do whatever, my body reminds me very quickly that I am sick. Last week Bob was sick. He stayed home and was quite inactive, laying on the couch and watching TV mostly. That is how I feel all the f-ing time. I can do the dishes, then sit down. Do some laundry, then sit down. Walk on the treadmill, then sit down. Then that's about it for that day. So that sorry attitude is why I need to find happy things in my life. They are everywhere. When I focus on happy things I don't really mind that I have to sit down a lot.
Coyotes howling. All around our home. Puppy barks back at them. Then the other dogs in the neighborhood bark. Puppy is not much of a barker. So when she does bark, her dog-friends respond and try to help her out.
Winter is not my favorite time of year. It doesn't get crazy cold here, but it gets cold. Brrr.
I like colors. Colors are pretty. They make me smile. That sounds like I'm stoned, which I'm not. Quoting Robert Barone "Look at all the pretty colors" hopped-up on Sucrets. I like Everybody Loves Raymond. Maybe getting stoned would make me happy? It used to when I was in high school. I was a 3 times a day kid. Before school, at lunch, after school. My dad even told me I had a much better attitude, I don't think he knew why.
My whole life people have told me I think too much. What does that even mean? I wish they told me that I have a wonderful curiosity for life. Maybe they didn't like to think that hard with me? It can get tiring I guess. For me it is amazing and fascinating. Life holds so many wonders. I want to think all the time. I want to share thoughts with people that I care about. Some good, some not so much. I want them to share with me. Maybe I am feeling cooped up in my brain as much as my body. I will have to think about that :) maybe change something a bit so I can be fascinated and amazed every single day. I like that.
Life is good, fascinating.
Puppy has been slipping on the wood floors lately. We are concerned about her hips. I guess she's getting older. That's not happy. Happy is having Puppy around.
My sister's brother-in-law passed away. He was probably 52ish. He went to the doctor around Christmas and they found cancer everywhere in his body. Less than a month. Myself, that's the way I would want to find out about cancer. That's the way I wish I would've found out about my alpha-1 deficiency. I am getting really sick of sitting around. If I try to forget I have this disease and just go ahead and do whatever, my body reminds me very quickly that I am sick. Last week Bob was sick. He stayed home and was quite inactive, laying on the couch and watching TV mostly. That is how I feel all the f-ing time. I can do the dishes, then sit down. Do some laundry, then sit down. Walk on the treadmill, then sit down. Then that's about it for that day. So that sorry attitude is why I need to find happy things in my life. They are everywhere. When I focus on happy things I don't really mind that I have to sit down a lot.
Coyotes howling. All around our home. Puppy barks back at them. Then the other dogs in the neighborhood bark. Puppy is not much of a barker. So when she does bark, her dog-friends respond and try to help her out.
Winter is not my favorite time of year. It doesn't get crazy cold here, but it gets cold. Brrr.
I like colors. Colors are pretty. They make me smile. That sounds like I'm stoned, which I'm not. Quoting Robert Barone "Look at all the pretty colors" hopped-up on Sucrets. I like Everybody Loves Raymond. Maybe getting stoned would make me happy? It used to when I was in high school. I was a 3 times a day kid. Before school, at lunch, after school. My dad even told me I had a much better attitude, I don't think he knew why.
My whole life people have told me I think too much. What does that even mean? I wish they told me that I have a wonderful curiosity for life. Maybe they didn't like to think that hard with me? It can get tiring I guess. For me it is amazing and fascinating. Life holds so many wonders. I want to think all the time. I want to share thoughts with people that I care about. Some good, some not so much. I want them to share with me. Maybe I am feeling cooped up in my brain as much as my body. I will have to think about that :) maybe change something a bit so I can be fascinated and amazed every single day. I like that.
Life is good, fascinating.
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Dee, GOD I love a super clean house, but it is amazing how shortly it stays that way. And it\'s only the two of us LOL LOL but we can make trash and a mess.
Dee, there is no reason to be sorry about the tude. But I would have you look at it from just a slightly different angle, be reminded that you can do the dishes, that you can do some laundry, you can do some cooking, and you can do the treadmill. That is 4 wonderful things you can do, so what if you need a break between them, the fact is you did them!!!
STONED ???? LOL LOL LOL I haven\'t been accused of that in 40 years, LOL, and it is much more likely that I was than you. We of the 60\'s all had our better atttitude times LOL.
I read for that reason, so I can get into the book, so I can be the hero, so I can kick some butt. There is no such thing as to much thinking. I don\'t even think you can over think a problem.
Dee overall I think your post was really quite cheerfull. I am sorry Bob has been under the weather, and hope he snaps back soon.
Please take care, I really enjoy your journal. Bill